I almost hate to type these words because I don’t want to jinx anything but…my Sunday long run was awesome!
I don’t know why I get myself all worked up and pscyh myself out, but I was a nervous wreck on Saturday. I mean, 4.5 miles. For me, that’s quite big jump from the steady 2-3 milers I’ve been logging lately. I was nervous about everything – would the weather hold up, what should I wear so I am max comfortable, where should I go, blah blah blah. When I left the house to open Changin’ Time, I put on my trusty old drawstring running capris that I trained in most of last spring. By the time I left the laundromat, I was all ready uncomfortable (like I never want to wear them again) so I decided to run home and change into my long running tights. I wasn’t interested in having any excuses to give up!
Then, I drove over to South Side to run on the riverfront trail. I don’t usually run this trail, but it’s mostly flat and heavily populated on weekends so I thought it would be ideal. (Heavily populated is ideal because I’m less likely to take walking breaks if people can see me <- I’m pathetic.) I was absolutely nauseous the whole way to the parking lot because I wanted so badly to have a good run and to actually prove to myself that I could do it.
You have to love South Side on Sunday mornings…
I censored her lady parts…you’re welcome.
For the first mile, I was feeling a bit deflated, too! Sometimes it’s a struggle to get my body to move in sync right away, but I thought back to a convo I had with my future mother-in-law last spring when she was training for the Pittsburgh half. She said something like, “I need the first few miles of my long run to warm up. I always feel like I’m a mess for the first mile.” At the time I remember thinking to myself: Um…I basically only run a few miles at a time! My entire run is her warm up! I suck! I’m so nice to myself, aren’t I? I’m glad I remember that conversation, though, because it reminded me that it’s okay to struggle. Just because the first mile or so isn’t working out, that doesn’t mean the whole run will.
I happened to be almost to the 10th Street Bridge when the skies just opened up and it started to POUR. I mean really pour…
I huddled under the bridge for less than 5 minutes and just as quickly as it started, the rain just completely stopped. Conveniently, the top half of me was soaked just enough to cool me down but not make me uncomfortable. I don’t know if my iPhone and Garmin would’ve survived if it wasn’t for that bridge! I took the brief break to stretch out a bit and thank the lucky stars that I wasn’t feeling like this disturbingly amusing graffiti nearby:
A few miles down the trail, I knew I could absolutely not go another step if I didn’t take a bathroom break but….there was no civilized toilet in sight. So, I finally made the runner’s right of passage and squatted in a bush. You’ll be happy to know that I fought the urge to document the moment via Instagram. It was my first time peeing in a bush on South Side sober. Writing this down makes me realize the run was more successful than I initially realized! It’s the little things…blow up dolls and urination benchmarks.
Anyway, I was really proud of how few walking breaks I needed and how consistent my pace was. The rain did leave a humidity in the air and I was overheating BADLY on the way back – clearly the decision to wear long running tights backfired. I need to invest in some warm weather running bottoms this week. You know, after it’s done snowing on Wednesday. I’m getting so excited for marathon weekend! I’ve been logging more consistent miles, I’m feeling great, and I peed outside! Woop Woop! Happy Monday!